( based on Dante's "Inferno" and Larry Nivans "Inferno", with great
respect for both)

PART ONE: GO TO HELL

The Castle had been in Transit for a few hours now, and they would make
planetfall in a day or so, ship's time. Riffraff had much work to do, and
very little time to do it in. And his sister, Magenta, had refused to help.
Riffraff had already exceeded order's by executing Frank N Furter, and she
would'nt help him complicate matters anymore. He would get them off with out
detection-or get them caught-on his own.

Riff silently went to work. Many hours later, he was done, and pleased
with the results: the computer memory was jiggered, and would confirm his
story about an overload in the Power Reactor Inputs.He sealed the lab and let
them overload, making a very beliveable explosion scene. He took DNA from
Frank, Columbia, Eddie, and Rocky and fused them into a fine gas, and sprayed
the gas over the lab, away from the explosion. Anyone checking his story
would find the minute remains of the four "accident victims" spracyed away
from the blast, coating the walls...exactly as would have happened in real
life.

The bodies themselves were dumped out of the airlock, shredded to
component atoms by the eddies of hyperspace. No evidence there.
Everything else was bells and whistles:erase all evidence of the humans,
stick to the story and plead fir his sister to keep her mouth shut.
He knew she would. She loved him, and he loved her. They were in this
together...

The ship soon landed on the Planet Transexual, located near the outer rim
of the galaxy of Transylvania. An airlock door opened, and the pressure was
equalized-any contaminant from earth's air were already sucked out of the
huge hanger bay.

"Your'e sure you can get away with this?" asked Magenta as she gave him a
very uncostumary squeeze of her hand.
"Im sure," said Riffraff, with a crooked smile.
They opened the castle doors and walked out to meet the hanger crew and
deck officer.

And just as the doors finished opening a fist smashed in Riff's face. many
hands grabbed at him, held him tight, and another fist smashed into his face
when he tried to talk.

Magenta was restrained as well, but didnt give any resistance. Riffs side
arm was taken from him,a knee was brought up into his face, and his head
rocked back, blood spewing from his broken nose.
Magenta looked around: the hanger bay was filled with the Queens Guard:
men and women in black vynil catsuits, with spike heeled boots, elbow length
gloves, and severe make up. Each carried a short sword and side arm, and
there were at least a hundred of them.
"Bring him to the Queens chambers!" ordered a woman in an Officers hat.
With a gasp magenta recognized her-it was Croft, the Queens Head of security.
Croft turned and gave Magenta a look, a scowl that said "You should have
known better! Fool!" And indeed it was likely that that was what she ment:
Croft had trained Riffraff and Magenta herself, many years, and like Brad and
Janet with Dr. Scott, Croft was something of a tutor.
Riff was dragged away, spitting blood and curses, and Magenta and her
guards followed...and Magenta started to feel fear. She knew what was to
become of her brother...he would be excuted, found guilty, and given a fair
trial...in that exact order.

The great doors to the Throne room opened, and they were admitted. the
Queen sat on her Throne, dressed in black and red leather, score of Warriors
and slave men and women attended her...and behind her was a huge video
screen, the size of a football field, which dominated the back of the room.
And on the screen was a slow motion scene: Riffraff and Magenta, standing
there in front of Frank, watching him run and climb the curtains, seeking
escape. the camera closed in on Riffraffs face, his smile, and Magentas, her
shock and suprise.

The Queen, or her Oversight Committee, had placed secret cameras on the
ship. Of course. And they knew everything.
"We find you guilty of Murder, Officer Riffraff. The sentence is death,
and sentence is to be carried out immediately. Do you have anything to say
for yourself!?!" demanded the Queen from her lofty height. She was angry, and
justly so. frank was not only her cultures most brilliantmond, he was also
the Queens consort.

Riffraff opened his mouth to say his last word, and the Queen nodded her
head. The Guard behind Riff pressed the trigger of his side arm, and the
criminals head went up as a puff of smoke as it was vaporized there on the
spot.

No one would ever know it, but his last words were going to be,
"Im sorry."
It was like waking from a dream, at first. Riff suddenly became aware that
he was awake, but he wasnt quite sure when he had actually fell asleep, or
how long he had been awake. He didnt know where he was, and he thought he was
seeing things: all he could see was a bronze-grey color, as far as his eye
could see. He went to look down...and then he relised that he didnt have a
body! He reached around with his arms, and didnt see, or feel, anything! It
FELT like he had his body, he could feel the muscles move in his legs and
arms, and he started to yell-and had no voice!

Panic set in-what was this!?! No voice, no body, he soon found that he was
litle more than an intelligence, a point of view, hovering in open space. he
looked around, up and down and all around, and there was only a uniform
bronze color...it was like he was in the center of a huge, huge bronze egg.
What had the Queen done to him? Was this some form of torture, was he in a
sensory deprivation tank, drugs filling his brain? Some other form of
halluconation? What was going on???

Time had passed. First hours, then days. It must have been at least a few
days, he thought. He was in no pain, and could not feel anything at all,
really. He didnt get tired, he didnt need to urinate or defectae, he didnt
get hungry. He was just...there.
And he started to wonder exactly where he was, where he REALLY was.

More time passed, he didnt know how long. he thought to himself, remembered
old missions, faces long dead (many by his own hand), and the events that led
him to where he was. He walked and walked, hours at a time, and never got
anywhere. he sang, he tried to sleep, he became board...and always he thought
of his sister, Magenta.,and how far she was from him. he worried about her,
and recalled her face, her black eyes, her red-rimmed smile, the feel of her
icy cold alabaster breasts in his hand, in his mouth. He cried, tearlessly,
and screamed, and it went on and on and on, for who-knows how long, and
Riffscreamed and cursed and yelled until finally screamed "FOR THE LOVE OF
GOD, PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!!"
And suddenly he felt his ass fall down on the sandy ground, hard.

"You okay?" asked a voice, which Riffraff ignored. He had his hands on the
soil-it was reddish and hot, no moisture at all, and it felt wonderful. He
touched himself, his legs and torso. He was somehow dressed in his butlers
uniform, but he didnt care, because he was THERE! He felt his vest and spat,
ran his slinky fingers through his greasy blond hair, and even enjoyed the
sting on his butt. He breathed inthe air, and it stank of copper and sweat
and warm wind. It was wonderful.

"Here, let me help you up," said the voice, and a hand appeared in front
of him. Instinctivly Riffraff took the hand, and was pulled up, and found
himself looking right into the smiling face of the human, Brad Majors.
"Im here to help you get out," said Brad, and Riff wondered what the hell
was really going on here.
"Brad." said Riff.
"Yes," said Brad, and the human smiled. he was just as Riff remembered
him: dark hair, glasses, a happy goofy smile that you just wanted to smash
with your boot. A tan "Denton High School" jacket, black pants, white socks,
black shoes.

Riff then gasped, and look around him, behind Brad. There seemed to be
bottles and urns all around them, millions and millions of them, heaped into
huge piles! And beyiond here dunes, like sand dunes, of these bottles,
stretching as far as the eye could see, lost in a red fog. rRiffraff
turned-the bottles and fog were all that he could see. He looked up and saw a
blood red sky.

Then Riffraff heard a sound, like wind, only far away and coming from
everywhere.

"Whats that sound?"
"People screaming," said Brad softly. "the Damned."
"Im in Hell, and that sound is people screaming." said Riffraff, in shock.
He looked up, there was a white blotch in the sky, almost poking thru the
clouds.

"And the white glow up there?" he asked.

"Paradise," said Brad with a sigh. Janet was up there, waiting for him.
"How long?" asked Riff.

"How long? Oh, since you died! Thats hard to answer, time isnt the same in
this plane of existance. Could be a few years, could be a thousand years. It
dosent really matter, does it?" Brad smiled that smile, and again Riffraff
was taken with the urge to hurt him.
"And where was I before I woke up here?" Riff asked. he knew what this
was-mind torture. This was the Queens doing! No doubnt his body was wired up
in some hell-hole laboratory and her Majesties minions were no doubnt playing
with his brain! Wel, he would not cooperate!

"From in here," said Brad, and he tossed Riffraff a bronze urn.
"In this?"
"yes. It where all souls are stored until they ask for release, and then
they wake up here.Of course there has to be an angel on hand to let them out.
thats me."
"You. An Angel. And Im in hell. Humph," Riff smile. he waved Brad to one
side and started to walk away.
"Where are you going?" asked Brad.
"Away from you. I shant play along with the Queen or her lackies. I am my
own person," Riff said without turning back.
Brad sighed, and shook his head. he knew this wasnt going to be easy, he
was WARNED it wasnt going to be easy...rescuing a soul like this one was
going to be downright difficult!
Brad started walking after him, wondering if Janet was watching...

Riffraff looked around him at the fantasic surroundings: there was the red
sky, the small path of sandy brown dirt, and bottles. Million, billions, of
bottles. Most were small, some were large. There wer dunes of them, piles of
them, mountains of them.
*CLINK*

Riffraff looked around and saw a small bottle, the same dull brass urn type
bottle, fall onto the ground.

"They fall from the sky...from Paradise, abive," said Brad.

"yes, from Paradise," said Riffraff. "Which is where you came from,"
"thats right," said Brad, smiling that bovine smile that Riff so wanted to
smash in with his fist.

Riff saw it this time-a bottle appeared, about twenty feet up, from no
where. It fell to the ground and rolled to a stop with a soft clinking sound.
"And inside these bottle are...souls?" Riff said with a sneer.
"Yes. And they cant be let out unless they ask God for help." Brad smiled
again.

"God," said Riffraff. "And YOU are my 'guardian angel", come to set me
free of Hell? This is Hell, you say?" asked Riff again, still not belivng it.
"Thats right," said Brad. Now, the sooner we get going the sooner we get
out of here," Brad said and motioned to leave.
Riff listened, hard. He though he heard a small buzzing sound, coming from
below. He leaned over...yes, he heard what sounded like ...like curses, from
a small voice, within the bottle!
He reached down to pick it up, and the tips of his fingers started to burn!
It was hot! Very hot! He dropped the bottle, and it rolled a bit, and come to
a stop.

Riffraff turned.
"After you," he said toi Brad. He wanted the human in front of him, where
he could see him. He didnt belive for a second that he was dead, or in
"Hell". hell was a human institution...wasnt it? Either way, he didnt belive
it. This was some type of advance hologram program, of an intrusion into his
very brain! At this very moment he could be strapped to a bed in her
Majesty's Palace,. undergoing some kind of brain washing...

But there was nothing to be done about it at the moment, but follow Brad.
So they walked...and walked...and walked.

They walked for hours. The mountains of bottles became only hills, the
hills only vast "sand dunes" of bottle, then only a shallow sea. Ground
started to break through-it was hot and dry and nothing grew there..and
eventually there were only a few patches of bottles, then one or two, and
finally none. In all that time they had not seen another living thing.
riffraff didnt speak at all, but rather only followed Brad, Brad, for the
most part, rattled on about this and that, none of it important and all of it
annoying: How janet had looked when they married, the children they had
raised and watched grow to have children of their own, how the souls of the
dead appeared as the observer wanted to see them (which is why Brad appeared
in his jacket, black pants, shoes, and glasses), and the importance of always
making sure that one has an extra spare tire.
And through the desert they walked.

Riff walked, and eventually found that something was wrong. Very wrong.
They had been walking for a long, long time. More than hours-many hours.
Perhaps even as much as a day.Yet he was not tired, his feet did not ache,
his insides did not produce any waste, he was not tired or hungry or
thirsty...how could that be? And the bright yellow spot that occasionally
peeked out from behind the red cloud cover, "Paradise" as Brad suggested,
never moved. The sun didnt rise or set or move-it was always over-head.
He asked Brad why.
"That's the nature of this place. Your soul dosent have the same needs as
your physical body.
Riff thought about this. Could it be true? Could he REALLY be in Hell?
No. No, of course noit. It was an illusion, it had to be, a dream induced
by Queen Innelda's scientists...or something. He hoped.

"There," said Brad, and he pointed out something on the horizon.
"A building?" Riff asked.
"A town. Its a place for people that ahvent been good enough for Paradise,
but not bad enough for Hell. Most people call it Purgatory. But the people
call it something else."
"What?" asked Riff.

"DENTON, HOME OF HAPPINESS" read the sign in the center of the graveyard.
There was a field behind the bilbpard, and a church next to it. A cool breeze
blew, and it was semi-cold, almost like late November.
"Denton?" asked Riff.
"Like I said, things here appear to be what the soul in question expects to
see. If you were someone else, the sign would have a name that that person
would relate to. either way its the same place. the people here arent subject
to the dangers and tortures of Hell.They are safe." Brad smiled.
"Then Im staying right here until I get some answers," Riff said, and
walked into the church. He walked in, spun a vase of flowers around as he
did, and sat right on one of the pews.
"We cant stay here," Brad explained, and tried to get Riff to leave.
"Wjhy not?" Asked Riff.
"The people who live here wont let us. We botrh have the stink of Hell on
us, Riffraff. You are one of the damned, and Im from up-top but not sentenced
to be here. neither one of us BELONG here. They wont let us stay.
"Who wont?" asked Riff.
"We wont," said a voice.
"Hey Ralph," said Brad.
"Hiya Brad," said ralph Hapscahtt. He stood there in the doorway, flanked
by a small man, a photographer, and his wife Betty Monroe-Hapschatt, and
other wedding guests.

"Ralph, come with us, you can escape Hell and go to Paradise with us!" Brad
pleaded as thety crowded the room. Riff stood.
"Brad, spare us your sales pitch. Wrdve been over this over and over. If
you want to leave, you can leave. If not, you an stay with us, if you get can
get that smell off of you. But HE has to go," and Riff slunk back, towards
the wall.

"Ralph, I only want to help you, please, your my friend.."
Riffraff slipped in between some of the people, and they shied back from
him, and walked out the door, leaving Ralph and Brad arguing.
Riff looked about, and saw a car! It had wrtting on it-"Wait till tonight,
she got hers now he'll get his" and "Just married". Riff saw the keys in the
ignition and got in. He tried to start the car-the motor coughed, died, and
cough again.

And thats just when the crowd came out of the church. Brad was in the rough
arms of the tall churchMinister and the scrawny groundskeeper-Riff was amazed
that the minister looked like Frank N Furter, and the groundskeeper looked
like himself!

"It wont work for YOU, damned soul!" saiod the Minister, and Riff was taken
from the car, and both he and Brad were marched to the city limits, where the
green grass and thick tree's changed abruptly to desert waste.
"And stay out!" they were told as they were set on the road.
"Now are you ready to follow me to the center? It IS the only way out,"
said Brad. riff didnt say a thing, but followed as Brad started to walk away
from Denton.